Gallipoli*

“Are you about to go to sleep my lovely?”  Seb’s message comes through at about nine o’clock last night.  “Just sitting down to supper with parentals.  Can I call in about 30 – 40 minutes?” “Yes, of course,” I say, chuckling.  Am turning him into me: he has never used the word ‘parentals’ before, as […]

An Ice Cream War*

Sitting on bike at gym, staring out of the window at the unbroken blue sky.  Which is nice.  Wearing my fat-burning shorts so am hot: they work by making you sweat more.   Have unpacked most of suitcase.  Washed a load of clothes and so did brother so they are all squashed onto the airer. […]